Page 99 of Shameless Vows

I hitch a shoulder carelessly. “Panties are inconsequential when I’m constantly having to remove them for you, ex-husband.”

He licks his lips as he uses his leg to push my knees wider and draws his hand up the inside of my thigh. “I can’t exactly disagree with you.” His fingers slide between my wet, aching slit, stroking me while he jerks his chin at the glass. “They told me these rooms are soundproof. Certainly is accommodating.”

“Icouldn’t care less if the thousands of people in this hotel can hear me.” I throw my arms around his neck, and hook my knee around his hip. “Now, pre-marital fuck me against this cold-as-hell window, ex-husband.”

Malachi laughs again, but silences himself with his mouth hard on mine as he drives his throbbing cock deep inside me and hoists me up with his hands cupping my ass.

He thrusts into me so fast and so hard that I’m justslightlyworried about the glass breaking and us falling to our deaths on the Las Vegas Strip, but fuck it.

It feels like we already died and were resurrected eight months ago on the rug in my parents’ living room. You apparentlydon’tonly live once, and I fully intend to live out this second chance with him with full abandon and without regrets.

But the glass is as solid and strong as our revived love for each other, and it holds me up while Malachi slams into me, devouring my mouth with kisses and throaty, murmured words.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you,” I manage as my vision goes black with the surge of my climax, and I feel him pulse deep in my core, causing me to literallyscream.

Andyes,I do hope this entire hotel has learned his name by now.

We’re both panting as he slides out and lowers my feet to the floor, then claims my lips for another searing kiss before he smiles at me. “Not naughty.”

I playfully narrow my eyes. “Completelynaughty.” I comb his hair back before sweeping my own away from my face. “Don’t ruin my fantasies, ex-husband, or I will make you wait another day before allowing you to remarry me.”

He chuckles, offering a low dip of his chin. “As you wish, past-and-future Duchess of Corwick.”

Pressing one last kiss to my lips, he turns from me to retrieve a towel so we can clean up all over again, and then I allow him to finish dressing. I donotput on my panties.

After all, if you’re going to elope to Las Vegas for your remarriage, you might as well make the most of it and re-consummate said marriage in a casino bathroom.

“YOU SHOULD DO IT,” I say to Elle as we wait in the lobby of a tiny wedding chapel smack in the middle of the Strip.

She crinkles her nose. “I don’t think we should.”

Malachi finishes the last of the paperwork and slides it back to the woman behind the desk, then stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “You should.”

Elle casts him a quick stink-eye, because he’s still not exactly her favorite person in the world after all of his bad behavior during our first marriage. “We’re already planning a wedding for next year.”

“You can still have your wedding if you get married here.” I nod at Colin, who’s wearing a smile that practically screams that helovesthis idea. “Besides, think of the tax incentive you’ll get to take advantage of if you do it now.”

“Ohyeah,” Lili pipes up from a nearby bench where she’s sitting, long legs crossed and all huffy. “Taxes.That’s a great reason to get married.”

Itskat her. “Don’t be like that, Lili. This is supposed to be fun.”

She casts a quick, yet blatantly sad glance at Colin, who doesn’t see it because he’s got his nose buried in Elle’s long, blonde hair. “Maybe foryou guys.”

I offer her a warm, sympathetic smile because I know that for almost as long as I have loved Malachi, she has loved Colin. But Colin, being our unofficially-adoptive brother of sorts, never saw her as anything but a little sister. And then poor Lili basically had a front row seat for when Colin fell in love with Elle, and had a baby with her, and then proposed.

It’s rough. But she’s still young, and there’s always another chance for happiness.

I point at her with my bouquet. “All the shots for you when we’re done.”

She twirls her finger in the air and offers a sardonic, “Whoop-dee-doo.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” Colin nudges, his lips close to Elle’s ear. “When in Rome.”

“This is not Rome,” Elle retorts, then flips her hand at the lit-up Strip. “It’s not even pretend Venice. The Venetian is over there.”

“Comeon,” I plead. “How often do you come to Vegas while you’reengaged?”

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